For a moment, his grip on the end of his axe tightened; it may have occurred to 'Alexia' that he was about to kill her, based on the look that suddenly entered his eyes. Had he not been in a foul mood that morning, he might've enjoyed the view the bow gave him, but he said nothing. He waited for her to straighten, holding her gaze evenly the entire time. Aulfr replied, then, "I am not your version of royalty. You will not address me as a Prince, or as 'your Grace.' You will address me as Volsung, and nothing else. Do not mock me. And if you are giving me a false name, then it will be a false name that will be pardoned and gifted- and you will find just how well I Hunt when I chase you down."

He pulled the longbow that he had strung around him off, and tossed it on his bed. His quiver, the top covered with a leather cap, followed right after, and so did his axe. He took a step forward, and barked, "Defend yourself, and prove yourself!" And then he launched a well-executed, full-force punch, straight at her- no roundhouse punches here.